Blogs are tough, folks. I always forget when I think I have something worth saying (which just doesn't happen on a daily basis) and then carve out the time to try to say it and confront the white window on blogger that it's just strangely harder than email. So this space will probably be punctuated with lots of unexplained absences while I try to collect my thoughts & the willpower. Anybody who shares my noncommittal attitude is welcome to step in, btw, if there's any interest (Tom, Vanessa, you're just the first to spring to mind).
In the meantime,
Ben tagged me & it made my day. I hope I don't add a new dimension of lameness when I say this totally makes me miss slumber parties. Also, it's kinda fun to trace back the web of odd musings. So, off the top of my head, here are 6 odd things about me:
1.) I go into obsessive advice column reading fugues. I think the format is just particularly satisfying to me, especially when the letter writer is definitely wrong & the columnist does a good job of setting them straight. Also, it's like eating pistachios -- if the last column I read was bad (ie reinforces outdated etiquette), I'll read another to get the taste out of my mouth; if it was good, all the more reason to consume another.
2.) I sing along to my music when driving. But usually it's not in the typical pretend-I'm-a-rockstar way. My dream is to be an effective back-up singer and I'm always drawn to the harmonies. It's almost not even casual. I'm
practicing "Lost Blues" for my future Will Oldham cover band (a dream that should probably never be realized). Sometimes I'll stop the music to work out tough parts on my own.
3.) My first kiss was on the day I graduated from college. I had opportunities before that, mind you, but never went for it.
4.) I cry when I get pulled over. It doesn't help.
5.) I am a terrible tourist, in the sense that when I go to foreign places, I get lethargic & usually just want to find a spot to hide out & read.
6.) When I was little, I had a lot of stuffed animals and I would fall asleep playing with them. One of my earliest memories is of deciding that all my stuffed animal friends were going to be in a singing contest. I think I even knew in advance who the winner was going to be (not L.T., even though he was my favorite, but the other elephant who was L.T.'s girlfriend). But they all had to sing. One at a time. A lot of them. I was so glad when it was over.
Bonus fact about me: I'm playing with some folks from the Old Town School of Folk Music (including my dad) on March 11 at the Charleston. 9:30-midnight, on a Sunday night. I know.
And now I tag
Erin &
Dan.
